Laika Fam Oneshots

Point of No Return

     The Grand Opera, one of the pride and jewel of Paris, everything in that grand palace was beyond on what people would have seen, giant golden statues, intricate colums and wide starcases would immediately sent them into a world filled with talents and outstansing gifts, people around the country with those gifts assembled around the opera for the oppurtunity to be around the spotlight but the competition is on a rise and most of them would degrade if one's performance was mot that fulfilling to eyes of people

And one that is the Operatress, Winifred Portley-Rind, at an early age her father died, leaving her at the Opera by the hands of the Madame Foxwright, she became a solo dancer from the time being until the Opera had discovered her hidden ability, the gift of song, such majestic voice that anyone could melt their hearts and soul just by listening

Her fame lifted her, becoming one of the most outstanding singer of the country, not even the other people could deny to that

But her sudden fame was still a question, rumors told that the opera was alive itself, or so someone had let the opera house to be haunted...

Numbers of deaths were record during the play, the opera couldn't deny to that and the frequent changes of the managers became a mystery

Previous holders of Opera would always blame the same person

The Phantom of the Opera...

The ghist behind all of tbe drama, some say that the ghost was behind all of Winnifred's fame, leaving random instructions on the managers room before a play starts, due to fear, they would always grant Phantom's wishes

Until the new managers arrived

Always neglecting the instructions

Prying off the heeds of the Phantom

And even ignoring his warnings

But neither of them believed of the stories about the ghost and only assume that it was just all a game and pranks from the other members of the Opera house, thus, they focused more on how to fame their name

Until the day had arrive for the Opera's success
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     Fireworks boomed across the sky followed with music inside the grand hall, visitors never ran out entering the doorway greeted by musicians and other performers by the stairway with a bright smile on their faces even how much their masks would try to cover their expressions from the guests

"Mr. Frost! The Masquerade is going splendidly!" One of the dukes congratulated

"Oh it wouldn't be this successful without the help of our star of the show..." Linoel chuckled, guiding his arms towards the woman, curtsied in gratitude

The duke smiled and went to approach the young operatress

"Ahhh, the lovely Miss Portly-Rind...your voice is outstanding my dear just like your father, you deserved to be on a spotlight.."

Hearing the dukes heartflattering message, Winnifred smiled and nodded her head in appreciation

"I'll do my best to keep this place worth seeing, sir.."

"And congratulations on you marriage with this dashing Sir Trubshaw here..."

She smiled as she watched Arthur walked away, observing his figure shifting to other places when a familiar chuckled she heard from behind

"Darling, you are about this close of emptying the whole bowl of that soup..."

She immediately recognized the man's face, it was the very same man that handled every theatre's score the very same man that gave her a chance to sing and heard across the Opera